@sinamor

a multi-fandom multi-muse. loved by melanie.

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i am in the process of organizing, but this blog is archived.

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I've decided i'm going to archive and reboot.

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a 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 consisting of muses from various media with a heavy focus on the following fandoms: 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧 : 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 / 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, and 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.

──── carrd. roster. prompts. prince zuko.

& affiliated with: @literare & @omensrage & @watergift

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not to be dramatic but ship with me

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@sinamor : trail

supposedly, after their honeymoon was over, she was to move into her own bed chambers. never had their wedding night however ( not when people thought they did anyways. ) took their time getting to know each other, took time for her to fall in love with him & he allowed her that time. made her adore him all the more, but it also meant only recently did they start sharing a bed. and now she doesn't want to leave. eyes blink open, hearing the birds chirping outside and his hands drifting up beneath the night gown, warmth of his breath fan across her abdomen before there's a kiss pressed to her skin. shiver running down her spine at the feeling & head lift ever so little, peering down at him, smile tugging at the corner of lips as another kiss is pressed to abdomen, a little further down, having anticipation forming in the pit of her stomach.     ❝   good morning .   ❞      voice still groggy with sleep & hand drift down, before fingers running through his hair.

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before her, he'd been known around the town as a rake. a capital 'r' rake. his reputation was well known and either helped him in being desirable or the type of man a mother would never want around her daughter. so to say that he'd been well behaved, patient, and kind is an understatement when it comes to his wife. he thought they were a match made out of duty and before he knew it, he found himself falling. even if she had been slow to fall with him -- it was fine. it helped him learn to be a better man. a gentleman. now that the time of becoming friends first has passed, it surprises him he was able to manage all those weeks without sharing his bed with her. that he'd gone so long without kissing her, holding her close to him. but he finds her in his bed now. their bed. finds that morning like these, it's rather hard to keep his hands, or rather -- his lips, to himself. a trail of kisses have started and when fleur began to stir, even so much as welcoming it the lower he'd gone, he couldn't help the smile that followed a kiss just below her navel. ❝ good morning to you, dear wife. ❞ the touch to his hair earned a playful nip before he continued to go lower -- where a hand wrapped around her outer thigh as slow kisses were given along her inner. ❝ i was thinking ... we might be later for breakfast. ❞

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me me me pick me !!

Do I Follow Them?:  Absolutely and if anyone reading isn't, they're making a terrible mistake.

Why Did I Follow Them?: Well, I think the initial follow was on Alcide's solo blog and we hit it off so quickly with our two gentle souled muses! But it was an easy decision to follow you wherever you go because you're such a phenomenal writer!

Do We Role Play?: Yes!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Always and forever!

An AU Idea For Our Muses: I know we've talked about it a little bit, but I do love the idea of a Tommy Mickens lives AU and they can actually be an age-appropriate ship for one another lmao

A Song For Our Muses: For Alcide & Jess, 20 Years by The Civil Wars and for Anthony & Jess, watch you sleep by girl in red

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I'm gonna be honest, I'd ship with you in any universe!

What I Think About The Mun: You are such a sweetheart and I am so grateful to have you as a partner! I love being able to send you silly memes and chit-chat!

Overall Opinion: Such an amazing writer with the incredible skill of managing so many muses but making them all so deeply fleshed out and cared for!

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BRIDGERTON | SEASON 3

First look at Simone Ashley as Kathani Sharma and Jonathan Bailey as Anthony Bridgerton

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knew who her father was, what he did to his people & she would want to make the world a better place than what it was currently. and she could only do that, from a place of power. not from dragonstone. even if it was a step closer, she inced a little closer, every single day. she was here and she was making alies. even if it brought unexpected jealousy. continue down the hallway with him by her side : wringing the ring on her finger around, trying her best to distract herself. it shouldn't be that hard, considering. swallow softly & glancing over at him, she isn't quite sure how to react. never been in this position before, somehow it had been planned. or a tactical alliance. never just a matter of her heart. guarded it and kept it safe, until he snuck in and found a home there. without her realizing and now it was too late to do anything about it.     ❝   is that what we are ? friends ?   ❞

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for a moment, he merely watches her. waiting in anticipation for her to respond. silently hoping that she would confirm whether or not there was jealousy at play here or if he was being foolish and seeing things where they were not. regardless, he wanted most of all for them to be on good terms. there is much to face ahead together and he cannot do it if they're not on the same side. unfortunately for him, he'd allowed for his feelings to get ... messy. he allowed himself to feel. and yet he swallows it and keeps it hidden as best he can. for both their sakes. but it is her question that cause his eyes to widen just a bit, lips to part as his jaw hands slightly. what is he to say to that? ❝ i -- ❞ at a loss for words at the moment. he watches her closely and when he feels he won't stumble, ❝ had i assumed wrong, your grace? we've grown ... closer over these past weeks. i should like to think we've become friends. ❞ a beat passes and he adds, ❝ what would you call us then? ❞

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rightful queen of the seven kingdoms. it had been only a dream for so long, what she had fought for, what she had trained for, what the goal was & now she was here. queen. they won. cercei was in the dungeons, those supporting her reign taken away. her children in the dragon pit, at least two of them : drogon had drifted away, probably to hunt somewhere. and there was a lot to do. there was a lot to do the next couple of days, weeks, months, years. but for right now, there is only him & they lived through the long night. the battle of king's landing. they were alive and here. they deserved this after all of it. taking a moment to just be with him while things settled down outside, it didn't feel so bad. so she is helping him out of his armor, even if some of the pieces are too heavy for her. fingertips tug at the strings of the shirt beneath & there's a slow smile forming when nose brush against hers. the iron throne was hers. and she had a lot of work to do. tomorrow. head tilt back as she look up at him, smile growing as she watch him.     ❝   i do.   ❞      a soft murmur between them as fingers curl into the padding, pulling herself up. closer. nose nudge against his as gaze settle with his. ❝   at least for now.   ❞      tsks softly, teasingly, despite the fact that there was only him & would ever be just him.

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her response had him catch his breath. how far they have come -- from mere allies, to on opposite ends, then back to lovers who just survived a great war against the undead enemy. there is much yet to be done, much reparations and decisions to be made. it is her burden and he shall be by her side all the way. but for now, they are distracted ... a good distraction. one they had earned and deserved after everything they had endured and lost. they should have this one good thing. and so, he leans into her, arms finding their place around her waist. he still hovered, if only a little. his lips whisper against hers, ❝ then i am yours. for now. ❞ the last bit merely a tease, because he knows now, he is hers. had been so far before he even knew it. his hold on her loosens and he walks around her to the other side. fingers find the strings along her back and ever so slowly, painstakingly slowly, does he begin to loosen and unravel them. and leans in, pressing his lips to the rim of her ear as he murmurs, ❝ i am grateful ... that we lived to see another day. together. ❞

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her very first love, it took her by storm, sweaping her feet out from under her & she happily allowed it. because she found love and at the same time did what her father had asked her to. there was no catch. there was nothing that could go wrong. until it did. and she could have done the selfish thing, still marry him. because at least she would have love. but she couldn't do that to her sisters & her father. could not put them in that position, but this breaks her heart. seeing him, knowing it would be the last time. it had to be their last time seeing one another. she could not keep doing this with him & still find a husband. a soft shudder run through her as hand is lifted and trace beneath eye, swallowing the ever growing lump in her throat. and only when he speak, does the tears roll down her cheek. if this was the best, why did it have to hurt this much ?     ❝   but it should have been you.   ❞      a mere whisper between them, gaze locked with his. he should be the one to call her wife. he should be the only one she would love, nobody else.

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he hadn't meant to start the tears. perhaps he should have been mean to her, given her a nasty taste so it would be easier on her to leave this behind and she wouldn't hold onto the love felt for him. but he is not that man. even when his heart breaks, he means only to offer her comfort. his entire world has been crumbling for too long and fleur was the only constant in his life that soothed the pain. but now ... their time has come to an end. ❝ perhaps ... in our next lives, we shall find another once more. ❞ there's a sense of hopefulness in his words and he continues to stroke her cheek, wiping away those tears that had fallen. this life had been unkind to him, to them. but he wants to believe the next would bring them together once more, that they should be happy. ❝ i do not wish to leave you ... not now, not ever. but if we must, i only ask ... give me this day. let us spend these final hours together. ❞ a foolish request, perhaps. but he would like these final hours to be ones made of memories to cherish.

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@sinamor : sender kisses receivers stomach.

her three children were what she had settled for, a long time ago. drogon, viserion & rhaegal. and she had told robb as much, long before they married, did not want to keep him in the dark. if children were something he wanted . . . she would not be the mother. started off as, feeling a little under the weather. ignored the clear signs that were there, because she had been in denial. blamed it on stress. until dresses became a little tight. until she couldn't keep food down in the morning. until she was tired all the time, no matter how much sleep she got. until she stood naked infront the mirror & watched herself for a moment, ever so little swell of her stomach. telling robb from there, had been easy and he took it in strides, bless him. laying in bed now, the sun slowly setting behind the mountains and bathing the room in orange hues : candles flickering softly around them. relaxing into the mattress, slightly propped up by pillow as she looks down at him, soft smile upon features & fingers run through his hair when kiss is pressed to her stomach. a thing she never thought she would experience.     ❝   they think it is a girl.   ❞

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he accepted long ago that he would not be a father. not after talisa ... not after the red wedding. in fact, he never expected to find love again. whether it was by chance or fated by the gods of old and new, he did happen to find love once more: with a queen who allied himself with. and when he had been told he would not have an heir, he accepted this fate. he had found love with daenerys and that was all he needed. but he was utterly wrong. when she gave him the news she carried his child, it was a shock. but a gift. one that made him perhaps a bit overbearingly protective at times. (he goes with her everywhere now and anyone who so much as steps close to her is eyed so heavily with daggers.) but he shan't lose this child, nor her. a moment in which he and his queen should find themselves in bed by dusk, robb found himself lying by her waist. an arm draped around her, lips placing a gentle kiss here and there along the swell of her belly. when she spoke, his cheek had been resting against her and eyes so blue were mesmerized by her. a grin broke through as he whispered back, ❝ i am fortunate -- to know that i'm to sire a princess. ❞ most would wish for a son. but he ... was most excited to be a father and raise their child together.

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@sinamor said : you’re safe with me, i swear it. / harwin / house of the dragon starters

he is a stranger, in truth. his memories of ser harwin strong are fragile things, locked down where he could not reach them, where they could not appear when lest expected, few enough that perhaps he ought to be grateful for it. doing otherwise was too dangerous ( there is a specific hurt that came with the memory of him that was better left untouched ). there are too many doubts that come from thinking of ser strong, too many things he suspects and cannot have confirmed. he keeps his face as blank as he can, even as he cannot help but grab his own sleeve to center himself. ❝ i do not doubt your honor as knight, ser. ❞ he responds. he should. he should, he repeats to himself. blind trust has led him to places he does not wish to be led again, but it seems he is foolish enough he does not learn. ❝ but we have not seen each other in years. ❞

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when last he'd seen the boy, he was much younger. joffrey had just been born and ser harwin had been sent away after an altercation with the poor excuse of a knight, ser criston. years had passed since then and before his eyes this is only a hint of the small child he'd said goodbye to back then. he is grown -- a fact that makes ser harwin both proud and plagued with sadness. he had lost years of watching the boys grow. (not that it was his place, his role in their lives or not.) as they stand watch over the training court, in which he kept an eye on jacaerys from a distance as he practice with wooden swords down below, harwin took this moment to remind the boy beside him that he is here to keep them safe. ❝ no amount of time that should pass matters. loyalty is loyalty, boy. a man, or a knight -- his words are an oath not meant to be broken. ❞ from the corner of his eyes he glances to the prince, a hint of a smile upon his lips. ❝ though, your unsureness cannot be faulted. i suppose i must be a strabger to you now. ❞

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KAJOL & SHAH RUKH KHAN in BAAZIGAR (1993)

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❝ i feel safer like this. not sleeping. ❞

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💬 vinny for das <3

❝ you are... so infuriating. you know that, right? ❞

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